Obscured Agony

His wristwatch is ticking incessantly.

As if indicating his departure.

He'd be deserting me soon.

In his habitual uncanny lecherousness.

These hallucinations never decease. 

I spring up from my damped pillows,

That smell of unvoiced agony. 

I frantically rush up to my nebulous mirror,

As fresh tears brim down my temples. 

I resembled a bastard child,

Whose mother hurled him,

Onto the drainboard of the society.

So that all the filthiness,

Could mother the unembraced.

There I sheltered myself,

Under a bruised canopy,

Stooped by enveloped emotions.